Veda leaned forward, as if to tell a secret, then whispered in a low voice, “He knows. Like us—he—he is a—Devil Worshiper!”
“What?” exclaimed Kennedy in wide-eyed astonishment.
“A Devil Worshiper,” she repeated. “You haven’t heard of the Red Lodge?”
Kennedy nodded negatively. “Could you get us—initiated?” he hazarded.
“P—perhaps,” she hesitated, in a half-frightened tone. “I—I’ll try to get you in to-night.”
She had risen, half dazed, as if her own temerity overwhelmed her.
“You—poor girl,” blurted out Kennedy, his sympathies getting the upper hand for the moment as he took the hand she extended mutely. “Trust me. I will do all in my power, all in the power of modern science to help you fight off this—influence.”
There must have been something magnetic, hypnotic in his eye.
“I will stop here for you,” she murmured, as she almost fled from the room.
Personally, I cannot say that I liked the idea of spying. It is not usually clean and wholesome. But I realized that occasionally it was necessary.